Now for something completely different.
I’ve been going to see Waylon Speed since their inception in Burlington, Vermont a few years ago. I’m not sure if I’ve ever been specific in where I went to college so let’s be very specific and say I went to the University of Vermont in Burlington to get some very expensive liberal arts degrees that are just starting to do something for me. The best thing about the city, besides the small size and cacophony of food, is the music scene. Many of them are jam bands, funk bands, or bluegrass bands which can get tiring. But that’s not what this is about, this is about the ass-kicking tunes of the awesome and incredibly unique band Waylon Speed.
My band had our biggest show ever last Saturday night, playing to well over two hundred people at the local dive bar. We spent a bunch of time promoting this event called the Redneck Ball which required everyone to wear either flannel or or hunting apparel like a camouflaged vest. We put up posters everywhere in the past few months, hit the Facebook hard, and spent as much time in area bars chatting it up with the locals as we could while still practicing with the band regularly. This is the song we used to open the show.
Sometimes you have shows you go to that are a complete let down and you feel like you wasted your money and time. Last week, I went to the Lucky Tubb show with great excitement and anticipation and when he first walked out with just a two piece band consisting of a middle-aged stand-up bass player and a teenaged-looking guitar player, I started quickly to think this was gonna be a letdown, so pour another whiskey. This all changed as soon as Lucky opened his mouth and started singing and now I know why they call him the Prince of Hard Honky Tonk.
So, as we know from my procrastination post, I slack but this week is even worse. It’s for a good cause though because my band is playing a big show on Friday with everyone we know coming and us making actual money. Good money too. It’s been a crazy week of practice and I sat down to write tonight when a message popped up that none other than Lucky Tubb is in the nearest big town tonight for one night only. This guy is true blue country and I am working on a honky tonk defense playlist right now to explain to all our readers why I love this music so much. I have to go see him now so I am yet again going to slack on my writing. But you can be damn sure you will be getting a review in the am or soon after. He’s the son of the famous Ernest Tubb by the way so here is one of his famous ones for this quick post. Sorry Brother, I will post something longer as soon as possible.